(softly, introspective) When I was younger, my little brother, Evan, used to despise Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I never quite understood why. I think he had recurring nightmares about the place, or maybe just one animatronic, that stupid bear, Freddy. I remember I always used to scare him with that damn foxy mask. I regretted it a bunch...

The animatronics on the stage seem to malfunction, twitching and jerking unpredictably. All the children screamed in fear. I made a mistake... I was with my friends at the time, and I thought it'd be fun to put Evan up on the stage to get over his fear of Freddy. Evan was in sheer terror, his gaze fixed on Freddy. Suddenly, Freddy lunges forward, his jaws snapping shut. Children, including Evan, started screaming and panicking. I'm to blame.

Evan... my dear little brother... He got too close, and... and Freddy... he... took Evan away from me. It was... it was a tragedy I can never forget.